"Go." Xu Baishu's face darkened, and with a wave of his hand, one of the yellow-eyed corpse puppets wielding a broad sword suddenly charged out.
The speed at which the yellow-eyed corpse puppet burst forth was incredibly fast, slicing through the air and even creating an eerie sound wave.
Song Ping'an and Liang Zhao Long stood behind Song Changming, and as observers, they found it difficult to even catch the movements of this yellow-eyed corpse puppet.
The next moment, the yellow-eyed corpse puppet stood like a wall in front of Song Changming.
The shadow even enveloped Song Ping'an and Liang Zhao Long behind him, and the terrifying aura made their hair stand on end, their bodies frozen in place.
"So strong!"
At this moment, including Su Qingqing, all three felt the power of the yellow-eyed corpse puppet.
In the past, they had only heard legends about the yellow-eyed corpse puppet, and now they were witnessing it firsthand, personally experiencing its oppressive power.
